Trouble On The Rise کے بول

Cast out by the devil I got fire in my bones Burdened with a black heart And cursed to roam Life in the sunshine It's cold on my face Forbidden fruit on my tongue Is sweet to the taste You can try and kill me Try and gun me down Shoot your pistol at me I laugh at the sound And as I walk through the valley Of the shadow of death I'll come out of the valley With that shadows last breath And when Saint Pete comes to call There'll be no fear in my eyes Let the reaper confine me There'll be trouble on the rise Well I was born In a crack in the Earth Raised by the lightning Baptised in the dirt And as I walk through the valley Of the shadow of death I'll come out of the valley With that shadows last breath And when Saint Pete comes to call There'll be no fear in my eyes Let the reaper confine me There'll be trouble on the rise There'll be trouble on the rise There'll be trouble on the rise There'll be trouble on the rise There'll be trouble on the rise There'll be trouble on the rise!